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 Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2006 9:14 am
Satan On The Beach It's the past... FOR NOW WE TOAST!That song is so much fun. Especially the toast part.
Extremely fun to sing too XD
They steamrolled past the lobby
Did you trip on your shoelace untied?
It's in the past...FOR NOW WE TOAST!!!!
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2006 7:28 pm
Trackmarked amoeba lands craft
Cartwheel of scratches
Dress the tapeworm as pet
Tentacles smirk please
Flinched the cocooned meat
Infra-recon forgets
"Eriatarka" off Deloused.
That song is intense, even if the lyrics are kinda non-sensical. mrgreen
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[Omar A. Rodriguez-Lopez] Captain
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2006 7:51 pm
malarcky Trackmarked amoeba lands craft
Cartwheel of scratches
Dress the tapeworm as pet
Tentacles smirk please
Flinched the cocooned meat
Infra-recon forgets "Eriatarka" off Deloused. That song is intense, even if the lyrics are kinda non-sensical. mrgreen I quite agree. I would've died if they played Eriatarka and Cicatriz ESP when they played here in Winnipeg.
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2006 12:12 pm
[Omar A. Rodriguez-Lopez] Man, I got high one night and listened to all my mars volta media. thats the thing to do. Some of my favorite lyrics are "One day this chalk outline will circle this city Was he robbed of the asphalt that cushioned his face A room coloured charlatan hid in a safe" from televators. and The whole story in hulahoop wounds.
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2006 3:50 pm
Lacerated the tongue
I think they think too much
I will not go convulsing to their basement
Summer demo sessions Eriatarka
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2006 10:21 am
I love the booklet inside De-Loused with all the little quotes. The one that says "When will you come convulsing to my basement?" makes me happy. biggrin
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[Omar A. Rodriguez-Lopez] Captain
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Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2006 6:35 am
[ Message temporarily off-line ]
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 10:36 pm
[ Message temporarily off-line ]
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[Omar A. Rodriguez-Lopez] Captain
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Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2006 4:51 am
"Cranial Bleeding.
Leeches train the living.
Cursed are those who speak it's name.
Rouse of Metacarpi
Caveat Emptor, to those that enter here."
Sorry if I got the lyrics wrong.. I'm not using a source. D:
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Posted: Sun Jun 11, 2006 11:59 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 11:23 pm
"Clip side of the pinkeye flight
I'm not the percent you think survives
I need sanctuary in the pages of this book
Gestating with all the other rats
Nurse said that my skin will need a graft
I am of pockmarked shapes
The vermin you need to loathe"
-x Son et Lumiere x-
And...
"This is the altar
The one that you let me die in
On your knees
How you wept
Much like omerta
The quiet has shielded all intent
On the ground it appears
Like wrath
Avenging the lamb as bait
In a bed of nails you made
Who is this effigy
Is there straw dressed in these fields
And now it won't be long
I've been waiting for so long
For someone to
Mend all the blame
I've been searching for so long
For something to
Anonymous
Avenge my name
Anonymous
Avenge my name"
-x This Apparatus Must Be Unearthed x-
Parts of that one I dedicate to my ex... evil *Grumbles profanity*
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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2006 7:08 am
I count the days to find
What was left behind
Only these names I clutch
Will lead me to my home
Somehow this river marks
A wrinkle hand in mine
And everyday that parts
The water into two
Mothers and feathers start
To drown the living proof
I can’t remember these lakes of blood
Wrapped in a blanket
There sweats a cut
this is from cygnus.......vismund cygnus(like you guys didnt know that mrgreen ) i dunno why, but i think these lyrics kick a**!!
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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2006 12:34 pm
Your brains are dying
I've got your heart
I've got your eyelids
I've got your eyes
I've got your tongue
I've got your nose
I read the script
I'll tell the creatures
I stuffed them down your throat
And you came up contagious
You spread it all through this goddamned village now
I'll put your head upon the shelf
I'll put your head and body all upon the shelf
I'll burn the village down with sticks and ill health
One by one, I'll turn them on
A river runs through your body
A river runs like wine
A movie trailer idol
You invented all the goddamned time
Dig me from the belly
Alive
You were lying next to me
Give me your disease
Lying next to me
I want to give you my disease
It's become night forevermore
The children screaming in their dreams
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Posted: Thu Jul 13, 2006 10:49 am
You've got the lot to burn
A shelve of pig smotherd cries
Is there a spirit that spits
Upon the exit of signs
I like that for some reason.
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Posted: Wed Oct 25, 2006 8:30 pm
I adore "Was he robbed of the asphalt / that cushioned his face"
and well... that whole song!
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